All Chapters of TOO GOOD TO LEAVE TOO BAD TO STAY: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The company’s cafeteria, known affectionately as “The Hub," was a warm and welcoming oasis in the midst of the bustling corporate landscape. The aroma of freshly cooked food wafted through the air, enticing employees to take a break from their desks and gather around the tables. Known for its warm and inviting atmosphere, the Hub boasts comfortable seating and vibrant décor, and the menu is diverse and affordable, offering a range of options to suit various tastes and dietary needs. The Hub serves a mix of classic comfort food, international cuisine, and healthy options, all at prices that were streamlined to suit the needs of the middle- and low-class workers of the company. From hearty sandwiches and soups to flavorful curries and stir-fries, there’s something for everyone. Lana watched as employees lingered over their meals, the hum of conversation and the clinking of utensils against plates creating a sense of community and camaraderie. The Hub seemed to be more than a place to

“Why is the house void and empty? Where are all the maids?” Cameron questioned, taking in the beauty of the hallway as they walked past it. “They are retired to their quarters, sleeping. You know how Mother always capitalises on retiring to bed early,” she replied, taking Cameron down another trip through memory lane. “Yeah, yeah, I do.” He chuckled, trying to keep abreast of the moment. “Welcome back; you’re finally here after all these years.” She spun back to look him directly in the eye and raised her hand to caress his face, suddenly realising how tall he had become. “How long has it been? Fifteen years?” Cameron nodded his head in approval, suddenly ashamed of how long he had forgotten this place he had once treasured. “Go to bed now and rest well; we’ll visit Mother first thing in the morning,” she urged, opening the door of his long abandoned room for him. “I’ve had it cleaned and arranged, but I also made sure it was exactly the way you left it. Welcome back home, princ

The churning blades of the helicopter rotated faster, and the vehicle glided smoothly above the city’s towering skyscrapers towards the hospital. Cameron looked out the window, enthralled by the breathtaking view of the landscape that his seat offered. It was going to be short, and he was pained by that. Before they knew it, they started their descent on the hospital rooftop, where a big ‘H’ sign indicated the helipad. With practiced accuracy and precision, the internationally recognised and decorated retired Air Force pilot put the big bird down without any hassle, with officials on the helipad opening the door on both sides. As the elevator slowly fell floor by floor, Cameron’s mind couldn’t help but get flooded with anticipation and anxiety. Even without seeing his sick mom, his soul was already getting filled with sadness at what he might meet, and in a corner of his heart, he prayed that his elder brother would not be there. They got inside the hallway and walked to the desig

The doctor staggered and readjusted his step, walking faster to match up with Becca’s speed, as she didn’t look ready to release any of the two men from her grip. She walked briskly, ready to do anything possible in the whole wide world to bring her mother back from the verge of oblivion and nurse her back into the best of health. On getting to the ward, the attending doctor was already there, with the nurse by his right hand, checking the administration of proper medicine. He looked surprised to see Doctor Pella in the room, accompanied by the acclaimed Cameron Myers. He tried to hide his expression, albeit unsuccessfully. “What have we here? The popular Doctor Pella?” "Yes, it is me, in the very flesh,” he answered while making his way to the screen, monitoring her readings. “This disease seems to be in the final stages. Have you tried angioplasty?” "Yes, we have. The artery keeps contracting after the surgery. The one we did previously was able to buy her just one more week.

The surgery was a confirmed success, and Cameron couldn’t hold back his joy when the doctor told him that the antibodies in her system had completely adjusted to the biomechanical heart and that she would be up and functioning in less than two weeks. He checked his calendar, noticing his schedule but knowing fully well that he had two weeks to spare, or so he thought. Reaching home to the castle, Becca had been instructed not to break the news to the workers around the house until Mrs. Myers was fully awake and the doctors had confirmed that there would be no long-lasting effects. The biomechanical heart transplant was one of the first in its head, and so the doctors had to pay keen attention to every little detail in her vitals, ranging from blood level to cholesterol level, to heart rate, to pulse control, to even how the newly pumped blood reacted to her body. To prevent the heart from wearing off and starting to degrade in her system, the doctors had agreed that the heart was o